The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-12-28
The Carols OF q observation-disclosures Sets
Bob to caralling.
BE Drinks to Bobby Burns and Sings . Song
OF Doodle.
YuIe.Log Jokes-Res olutions for New Year
Fun for the JOlliest Time of
the Year.
Written Especially for the Sentinel,

Copyrighted, 1857.
1t was the Mary Jane christmas time,
and all the cradles rocked as the clothes
wringers wrung the peels through the Sec
ond suds. This is suddin'," said one
peel, as it went through with shudder and
groan. 1t belonged to the leading Amerl-
can humorist, and was fr-nged at the neck
and Wristbands, and knew it never could
stand another trip. 1t had trIpped many
times since it had become the only darling
of its owner, and many OF them had been
round trips and some had been zigzag
journeys around the whirled. A paper
collar went with 1T. What ho, without
there? Idaho. The couutersign is correct;
pass on. On what? Your annual, thou
interstate commerce law. What law? Ira,
law, law. Go, get thee to gunnery and
blow in some brayin's; they are fine rel
ish for calfs head. Never mind what the
calf said; on with the Christmas chimes.
Ha, the merry gobble 'uns of the clang.
ing tongue sandwich, they have the dead
open and shut on the Christmas cheer.
What cheer2 Last year, good master, and
bark ye do We not hear the dumb .bells2
They are singing. Singing; ay, euotha,
marry come up. And who are these dumb
bells who sing? They are the Christmas
weights, of course Catch weights they
are; and shall they sing the Christmas
mathis at our doors for naught? Bring out
into int the niPping: neEving cold the steSming
left out. Give it to 'em from the second
story window-buckets full OF 1t. a right
good bracing Prohibitionist punch it is,
and right to the spot it goes. That's rare
old stuff that puts the spring into their
legs. Spring? Ay, midsu INNER Cog
days. Where now are your Christmas
waits? They've got tired OF wait
iro eli khasr ~ 10 al
No rancor holds in Christmas times.
When is a ships anchor like horses
back? When IT'S swayed. Drown hate
and selfishness and every evil thought in
the Christmas bowl. Drown it deep.
Dead; dead for duck 1t, dead. Art thou
not goose? Answer me that. Some men
are born great-ssy, that is a coaled thing
mer born crate. OFF with his said So
much for having said it. More was salt
on the half shell. A song a song for the
Iule.tide. Say, you know Robert Burns,
the poetP Serve the poet right; let us
drink to the health of Robert, the good.
This is the worlds holiday. No
man works to-day, save, only the
the GROWER. And for that reason
| growls the worker. What worker serves
mankind the best when he does nothing?
The ward worker. Now, 1.-the and listen,
good masters, here is rare cid one; when
was it that q sober man saw double? When
he saw double you double oh dee. SeeP
saw; cease, haw. Come, We invisible spir-
| its-can man see the invisible spirits?
| Ay, with his good strong nose he can.
Who has readiness of rs? The man who
hath read bis own autobiography. A toast
for the merry Christmas time Chestnut
bell-punch, and plenty of it. This is not
hardihood, it is Tom Hood. Once year
Is there the Dickens to pay and no pitch
hot.